Thursday, 9 December 2010

Rose for the rose






I can feel the sweet smell of the roses coming from the garden. My garden.

There's one sonnet by William Shakespeare, Sonnet 94, that ends
with the following two lines:
 "For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; 
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."

so true! 

4 comments:

  1. nagyon nagyon erzeki buja meg minden, meg Shakespeare Tatat szeretjuk am!

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  2. beautiful images!!
    thank you so much for following me :) it means a lot to me

    Kenza xxxx

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